Here is a poem she wrote that I shared with a group of upper elementary students in an RTI level 3 program. They loved it. Of course, we then wrote out own poems about food, friends or siblings.
Good Hot Dogs
for Kiki
Fifty cents apiece
To eat our lunch
We’d run
Straight from school
Instead of home
Two blocks
Then the store
That smelled like steam
You ordered
Because you had the
money
Two hot dogs and two
pops for here
Everything on the hot dogs
Except pickle lily
Dash those hot dogs
Into buns and splash on
All that good stuff
Yellow mustard and onions
And french fries piled on
top all
Rolled up in a piece of wax
Paper for us to hold hot
In our hands
Quarters on the counter
Sit down
Good hot dogs
We’d eat
Fast till there was nothing
left
But salt and poppy seeds
even
The little burnt tips
Of french fries
We’d eat
You humming
And me swinging my legs
—Sandra Cisneros
Sandra has a website site, and answers questions posed to her in letters, including from children. Here is the link: just in case you have questions.
Sandra Cisneros http://www.sandracisneros.com/
Here are many details about her professional career, literature and family background:
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